The Motor Boys in Strange Waters; or, Lost in a Floating Forest

by Clarence Young

  CHAPTER XVI

  AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

  "Quick with that gun, Bob!" cried Jerry. "Now's your chance for a shot!"

  Bob raised his weapon and fired, but his nervousness, and the suddenterror into which the sight of the reptile threw him, made his aimunsteady. The bullet cut the branches of a tree four feet above theserpent.

  "Let me try!" exclaimed the professor. "I think I can get him."

  Bob handed over the gun.

  "No, I don't mean with that," and the scientist began making a slipnoose with a rope.

  "What are you going to do?" asked Jerry.

  "I'm going to try to capture that snake alive," answered Mr. Snodgrass."I recognize it as a valuable specimen of a water reptile, somethinglike the giant boas of the tropics. If I can capture it and ship it upnorth I will get a good sum from the museum. Steady with the boat andlet me get ashore."

  "The snake will kill you!" cried Bob.

  "No, they are comparatively harmless," remarked the scientist. "Theonly danger is in being caught in their powerful coils. They are notpoisonous."

  "Excuse me from that sort of a job," murmured Ned.

  By this time the boat had run ashore, the keel grating on the gravel atthe edge of the lake. The professor had made a running noose and heldit extended in front of him by means of the boat hook.

  "I'll try and get close enough to the reptile to slip the noose overhis head," he remarked to Jerry. "When I do, send the boat back intothe lake and I think we'll have him just where we want him."

  "Suppose he tackles you?" asked Bob.

  "I'm not afraid. I've handled snakes before," announced Uriah Snodgrassconfidently.

  He cautiously approached the reptile. The big serpent seemed to besearching in the camp for something to eat. It crawled here and there,poking its ugly head into all the openings visible and overturningseveral boxes.

  "It's a whopper!" cried Ned as a nearer view showed the real size ofthe reptile.

  Meanwhile the professor was approaching closer and closer, holding thedangling noose ready to slip over the serpent's head. Suddenly thecreature raised itself so that the scientist thought he had a chance.He rushed forward with a cry to the boys to be in readiness. Ned shovedthe boat off shore and Jerry stood ready to start the motor, while Bobhad secured the end of the rope about a cleat.

  All at once the snake caught sight of the man advancing with the rope.It must have been aware of the hostile intentions of the professor forit instantly gave vent to a loud hiss and coiled up ready for action.

  "Look out, Mr. Snodgrass!" called Jerry. "He's got an ugly look!"

  The professor did not reply. Stepping cautiously he kept on advancing,holding his noose in readiness. It was a brave act but probably onlya person who would dare much in the interests of science would haveundertaken it.

  Suddenly the professor cast his noose. Now either he was not an expertin the use of the lasso, or the snake instinctively knew how to avoidsuch dangers. At any rate the reptile swayed its head to one side andthe rope fell harmlessly to the ground. The next instant the snake haduncoiled and was wiggling straight for the professor.

  "Run!" cried Bob.

  "Jump!" advised Jerry.

  "Hit him with a club!" was Ned's caution.

  The professor did not heed the advice. With a bravery, worthy perhapsof a better cause, he made a spring not away from but right at thesnake. He explained afterward that he hoped to grab it around the neckand choke it.

  But he missed his aim, and the next moment there was a confused tangleof man and snake on the ground. All the boys could see was a stripedtail threshing about while, every now and then, the professor's legswere visible. He had some sort of a grip, but it was not the rightkind, on the reptile.

  THERE WAS A CONFUSED TANGLE OF MAN AND SNAKE ON THEGROUND]

  "We must go ashore and help him! He'll be killed!" shouted Ned.

  "Give me the gun, Bob!" yelled Jerry. "I'll try a shot."

  "Don't hit the professor," cautioned Bob.

  Ned leaped ashore, followed by his companions who waded through theintervening shallow water. They ran toward where the professor wasstill struggling with the snake. But, by the time they arrived thebattle was over. Or, rather, it was a retreat. The snake, probably theworst scared reptile in Florida at that moment, was headed for thewater, and, as the professor was stretched out on his back, where amovement of the strong folds had thrown him the snake glided into thelake and disappeared amid a series of ripples.

  "There he goes!" cried Bob, while Jerry sent several bullets fromthe magazine rifle after it. But it was too late. The snake got awayunharmed.

  "Too bad I missed him," remarked the professor as he got up and brushedthe dirt from his clothes. "It would have been a valuable specimen."

  "Lucky it didn't crush you to death," said Jerry. "It was a monster."

  "I've seen larger ones," observed Mr. Snodgrass. "I must make a note ofthis. I will write a scientific paper about it."

  Fortunately the travelers had returned to camp before the snake hadtime to do much damage. Some fresh fish, which the boys depended onfor their meal, were eaten, and the place was in confusion from theinvestigations of the reptile.

  "I am glad he didn't take it into his head to come in the night,"remarked Bob. "He'd have scared us all to death."

  Matters were soon straightened out, the professor proceeding to notedown facts about the reptile as calmly as though he had not been indanger of serious injury, if not death, from the encounter.

  "If I could only have gotten hold of him around the neck," he said,"I'd have him a captive now."

  "It's just as well," remarked Ned. "He would have been unhandy to cartaround, and, if you got your prize butterfly the snake might have eatenhim up."

  "That's so," admitted the scientist, finding some consolation in thisthought.

  It was on the afternoon of the next day when, as they were in theboat, making their way along the eastern shore of the lake, that theyapproached a small settlement.

  "Here's civilization," remarked Jerry as he saw the cluster of houses."I didn't suppose any one lived here."

  "Oh, there are several fruit growers in this vicinity," replied theprofessor, "but after this I guess we'll find the lake lonesome enoughfor we'll soon be among the everglades."

  They went ashore as they needed some supplies and gasoline. While theirorder was being filled at the village store the boys strolled out adistance into the country.

  "We'll be back in a little while, professor," remarked Jerry, as thescientist elected to remain in the store, having caught sight of acurious kind of black bug on the wall.

  The village was so small that the boys had soon passed its confines.They walked along a little stream and saw, just ahead of them, twofigures. As they approached nearer they could hear persons in dispute.

  "Seems to me as if I had heard that one voice somewhere before,"remarked Ned.

  "It does sound familiar," agreed Jerry.

  The person with his back to the boys was saying:

  "I tell you this isn't my land. I know what I'm talking about. You'rein possession of my cocoanut grove, and I want it! I didn't buy thisold swamp!" and the figure turned and pointed to a morass on the edgeof which he was standing.

  "You don't know what you're talking about!" exclaimed the other, a man."I've owned this cocoanut grove for years. You've been swindled, that'swhat's the matter."

  "I tell you I'm going to have my rights!" retorted the other. Then heturned and the three motor boat boys, with one accord exclaimed:

  "Noddy Nixon!"